Thursday, March 1, 2012

We Stopped by a Poet on Montmartre

On our way down from Sacré-Cœur, we stopped by a bench where an old-fashioned looking young man sat in front of a desk with a typewriter on it. We asked him if he would write us a poem, and we said we wanted it to be about physics. He thought a while, then he started typing, and this is what he wrote:

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